This is a song about "Rice pudding"

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

We will never die, we are forever alive

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Pudding? but what's for pudding, may you ask?

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs